Yo Gotti, Kevin Gates - Ion Feel Em lyrics

You niggas, man too social
Niggas is too media-like
Tellin' on yourselves
Tellin' on everybody else
2015, stop doin it for the 'gram
Do it for your fam, fuckers
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)

Got beef with a nigga on Twitter
You a hitter gun emoji on they comment
You gon' kill 'em
I don't believe these niggas
I ain't with these niggas
I don't get these niggas i don't feel 'em

And you got Act for sale on the 'gram
Took a picture from the Lamb
And you got bricks for sale on the town
God damn i don't trust these niggas
I don't fuck with these niggas
These buster-ass niggas, I don't feel 'em
I don't feel 'em, I don't feel 'em
I don't feel 'em, I don't feel 'em
I don't feel 'em
You a gangsta on Twitter, I don't feel you
Sendin' threats on the 'gram
They gon' kill you

I just woke up to some Twitter beef
Social gangstas, them niggas tickle me
And my bitch say I'm a deadbeat
On the 'gram
But I burn they head every week
I'm from Memphis, my nigga, shit different
My nigga we don't do comments, these
Young niggas shoot pistols, my nigga
Drug dealin' on the 'gram
You got that Act for sale
Are you a Microsoft plug
You got Thraxx for sale?
These niggas uploading guns and shit
Can't make bonds and shit
When you gon' post your whole life
How you gon' run?
These niggas ain't thinkin'
These niggas foolish
And me, I'm just coolin' kickin' back
Like who they think that they foolin'?
These niggas ain't G, these niggas ain't me
These bitches really ain't bad
Like they on IG in person
Might think it's a whole 'nother person
Nigga livin' through my verses
Bitches fuckin' just for purses
Is it worth it?
But who am I? I will never live a lie
I won't even try
Nigga quick to post some shit
That they can't even buy
Nigga quick to write some shit
That they won't even try
Gun emoji, bang bang pussy, you a lie
Never shot nothin'
Never watched nothin' die
How you gon' hash tag squad
When you ain't ever ride?
Log on, log off yeah, run and hide
And be on that same tough shit
When I'm lookin' in your eyes pussy

Got beef with a nigga on Twitter
You a hitter gun emoji on they comment
You gon' kill 'em
I don't believe these niggas
I ain't with these niggas
I don't get these niggas i don't feel 'em

Took a trip out the city
Bein' extorted by six
Just had come back from up the road
But I got court in the district
Paper-thin, gettin' skinny class-two
An offender what if I get convicted
Who gon' take care of my children?
Prayin' harder than ever
Know I oughta do better
I be talkin' to God
While I walk with the Devil
Sell the carpenter skills
Work in horrible weather
Can't hold a hammer and nail
Pistol and an umbrella
The clip watch back I'ma stab
Him, get too close, i'ma scalp ya
Jump up out the Benz Sprinter
All white Berlinetta what that is
A Beretta? Character or Sylvester?
Ain't no shinin' when I'm grindin'
On my mind is whatever
Mike Brown murder only talked
About for a week
They say Gates what's your take? We
Just wanna hear you speak where I'm from
This go on every day in the streets
Stood on allies with Leonard
They won't work, i'mma flood
Even when it's hot, I thug
Make 'em work for the bust
(God it's like what if I go to
Jail?) They gon' work for a bust, fuck it
(Shit, I'ma make them bitches do they job)